Broken Memories, Intertwined Hearts

Chapter 121

Ines was still guessing who Amelia's husband was cheating with, but, lo and behold, in a few days, someone was spilling the beans right at the doorstep of the firm. Here's how it unfolded: Upon Ines' arrival at the office, she was met with an unusual gathering, a surefire sign of something amiss. Not one to indulge in idle curiosity, she was ready to leave when a face within the crowd caught her attention. Marred by scratches but still unmistakably familiar, it was Kelly.

At that moment, Kelly was getting wrestled to the ground by another young woman. The two were going at it, and Ines, with a furrowed brow, walked over. This was the first time she'd seen two women throw down in the streets.

"You little temptress, you dared to seduce my man, you've got some nerve. I'm going to scratch that pretty face of yours!" The woman had long nails, and with one swipe, she left a bloody mark on Kelly's delicate face.

"Ah!" Kelly shrieked, clutching her face.

"Bitch, just look at the way you dress! Isn't it to seduce men?" The woman tried to rip Kelly's clothes off.

Kelly was always one to stay abreast of fashion trends. Even in the face of the nippy weather, she wore a black leather crop top and skinny jeans, accentuating her slender waist and elongating her legs, exuding an undeniably sultry allure.

With one pull, the woman had undone the buttons of Kelly's top, revealing a cool tank top underneath. One hand clutching her face, the other trying to keep her tank top from falling off, Kelly yelled, "You lunatic, who's your man? Who seduced him? Get your facts straight before causing a scene!"

Kelly was certain this woman had the wrong person. She had no idea who she was.

The woman laughed. "Bitch, I knew you wouldn't admit it. But I trust my own eyes, I saw you in his arms." She threw a stack of photos at Kelly's face, scattering them everywhere.

Ignoring the pain, Kelly picked up a photo and looked at it. Her face turned pale.

"Well, cat got your tongue? Isn't that you in the photo?"

"You, you, you..." Kelly pointed at the woman in disbelief.

Seeing her admit it, the woman didn't hold back and slapped her again. Five red finger marks appeared on her delicate face, added to the scratch from before, it was a sorry sight.

The crowd started to throw insults. Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

"These young girls nowadays have no shame, ruining their bright futures by seducing other people's husbands."

"People like her deserve to be beaten."

An older woman even spat on Kelly and said, "The world is going to hell. I detest people like her the most."

Just like that, Kelly became a public enemy, everyone was ready to throw stones at her.

Voices full of accusations echoed in the crowd, with all kinds of nasty words thrown in.

Ines finally managed to squeeze to the front, wanting to break up the fight, but the photos on the ground left her stunned. She recognized the man in the photos, it was the husband Amelia was divorcing, little Naomi's father, Leo.

Amelia had speculated that Leo's paramour was likely a woman from his workplace, the firm. Initially, Ines was skeptical, but the unfolding situation suggested that the woman in question was,

indeed, Kelly.

No wonder Kelly often mentioned Amelia, Ines first heard about Amelia's divorce from her. So that's what was going on.

Ines hadn't been at the firm for long and wasn't very close with the other colleagues. The only one she was somewhat familiar with was Kelly, a lively and likable girl. But who would've thought she was the homewrecker in Amelia's marriage.

But now, it was hard to tell who was the mistress and who was the other woman. After all, Leo and Amelia hadn't officially divorced yet.

Kelly also saw Ines, pausing for a moment, but she didn't have time to care about that now. She wasn't one to be trifled with either. Realizing Leo was playing both sides, she was livid.

She started fighting back with all her strength, tripping the woman to the ground and slapping her. The two went back and forth, neither gaining the upper hand.

But it was clear that Kelly was at a disadvantage. The other woman was dressed in casual clothes and sneakers, clearly ready for a fight.

Kelly, on the other hand, was wearing high stilettos. Once she fell, it was hard to get back up. Added to her petite frame, it was clear who had the upper hand.

Kelly's tank top was now off her shoulders, her black bra peeking out. Ines couldn't bear to watch and said in a deep voice, "Mistress fighting the other woman, other woman fighting the mistress, and you even brought the fight to the wife's workplace."

Some people in the crowd also worked at the firm and had seen Amelia's husband before. They just didn't recognize him immediately. But with Ines's reminder, they began to realize the man's identity in the photos.

"Wow, Kelly, you're the one who wrecked the home of Amelia, the she-devil." A colleague from the firm couldn't help but comment.

"How could you do this? You're colleagues! Have you no morals?"

"And you, you're also a mistress, and you have the audacity to make a scene here."

The other woman, having been called out, stiffened and said, "I'm not a mistress, he's separated from his wife, and they're about to divorce."

Even so, the government and the law would always recognize the original wife.

With this statement, the woman confirmed her role in breaking up a marriage and causing a divorce.

Those who were once hurling insults at Kelly swiftly redirected their animosity towards Ines, a barrage of offensive remarks now bombarding her. As the clock in time neared, the crowd gradually thinned out, leaving the troublemaker to hail a cab in an awkward haste and take her leave.

Kelly was left alone, sitting on the ground awkwardly. Her clothes had been ripped by that woman and she would definitely be exposed once she stood up.

After a moment's hesitation, Ines took off her coat and draped it over Kelly. Kelly lifted her head, choking back tears, "Why are you still here? Are you sticking around to watch me make a fool of myself? Don't think I'm grateful. If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't be in this mess."

Ines frowned, picking up where she left off, "If it weren't for me, you'd still be that annoying mistress. That woman is the wife, you wouldn't have had a good life anyway." She took out a tissue from her bag and handed it to her, "Clean yourself up, your nose has been bleeding since that ruckus."